One Pretty yet Starless Night

One Pretty yet Starless Night
He Decided to Go Insane.
He woke up at 4 am.
He could not sleep.
Too much on his plate, and some Malt Liquor on the fridge.
No Reason to wake up for the next day.
He got off his bed, and put on a dress for no Reason.
And Started Drinking.

He had not eaten for the past 4 days.
and It felt Good.
If any worries it would probably be Liver Failure, But he thinks He just needs to find a Good Routine.
Nobody wants to make Mommy cry right?
And the Never ending possibility of having a lack of talent.
Getting getting Impotent Or Something Like That.
Just like any other guy you wimps.

 And he was Afraid, Yet Pretty aware of how humans where like,
Through years of isolation and a detached way of seeing you.

On his pretty dress he Went to his 16th floor balcony,
It was beastly cold, and bitter, But the air felt nice on his lungs,
And the mood was alright.
And the city looked good.
Perhaps it Wasn't that bad all that self imposed Isolation he Thought.

Pigeons were fucking loudly, Which was basically what woke him up.
and they always sound like they were getting murdered.
It's a nasty massacre at 4 am unless you are out of your mind.

C'est la vie Darling

The Passerby

He had his mouth around his Penis.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, Both of them looked really dirty, In a Sense that they both could use a shower.
And it would have also improved the smell a little bit.
His Head Was bobbing  and throbbing Towards it.
As if filled with anger, as if he needed it to survive and that was the last raft on the ship.

The one on his Knees was a black male on his late 30's, There was a bit of grey on his beard.
I don't Know how he sounded like, or how was he like or what was he thinking.
Not really that I Need to Know or Care anyways.
He was working his way out pretty well I would say.

The Other guy was much older than him, He looked filthier.
His eyes were wide open, and they where blank pointing at the sky in that cold and lonely day.
I really doubt he was thinking about anything else, other than immediate penile satisfaction.
Which produced me a bit of comfort.
Just the fact that there's moments in life when nothing matters.
And Sense can be extracted away out of an unpleasant situation.
His hair was grey, whatever he had left, Which wasn't really too much. And It was filthy and it was mean.

They were both wearing winter jackets of very bright colors, one was red and the other one was blue as it was very cold in that park, And the light was heavy on their faces and genitals and their beards.
There was nothing to hide, or at least nothing savable to hide.
 It was bit insane to me, which I liked. Not necessarily the act itself.

I stood by right in front of them with my drink on a straw.
drinking really slowly with the sun hitting my face.
Making an unofficial statement that I was a witness.

I got bored, and walked away, There was a Dad playing with his kid on swings.
They looked really happy. I watched them a bit then I left feeling a bit warmer inside.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat

Fictional Story Unless Proven Otherwise :|

I could use a Muffin Right now.... Im a bit Hungry.
Anyways.

I saw my mentally disturbed friend the other day.
I've always been attracted to the different shades of the human mind,
And I always thought that I was a bit insane.
I don't think like that anymore, I prefer to think of myself as ahead of the curve.
That is until I start smearing feces on the wall naked with my bare hands.
But until then!...

I have grown a little bit tired of her.
and I discovered there's some people you can not help.
Plus her music Sucks....

 I got a call from the hospital, It was my friend,
and she told me that she was beaten up viciously by a guy.
She told me she might lost her eye, and that she was on the emergency facility of the closest hospital to my place.

When I got to the hospital she was already gone.
I was told that the police showed up since she got really aggressive.
and they had to kick her out.

I felt a bit sad about the whole thing, and It was really the last time I felt sad about her,
Mostly about her eye.
You don't really want anybody getting hurt that much, or at least I don't.
 And when people are naturally pretty, which is rare.
It seems a little bit more obscene.
In the least superficial way that my silly words can express.
 That's why I am such a hippie antiwar.
I'm surprised about how some people just keep on living, regardless the coldness and sad weather and their harshness of their existence.

 I couldn't do anything.

I went home.

and I slept.

My poor door was attacked by a reckless beating.
Through the peeping hole I saw a bit of recognizable craziness and I opened the door.

It was a very pretty young skinny face, covered on bruises but with 2 eyes.
That made me happy.

Then the next thing on my mind was how in the love of our beloved Lucifer could I get this person away....


oh, My Muffin got cold u.u